The first time I saw someone die, I was seven.
They came smashing into my family’s suburban home dressed in deep black and carry small, black guns. I was sprawled on the ground watching TV and my parents were sitting comfortably on our white couch, talking. I will never forget their laughter turning into sharp screams as the black clothed men shot my father clean in the head and then turned on my mother. I will never forget looking into their lifeless eyes. I will never forget the blood seeping into the carpet, defiling its pure whiteness. I never got to say goodbye to them. The men took me from my home, from my parents with no mercy and put me in this place with other seven-year-olds. A place with high walls and barb wire circling the top. I was beaten every day and told that no one would ever love me. By the age of ten I was trained in several combat modes including Karate and Taekwondo. I was the best in my class. It was when I turned twelve that they moved to another place and I learnt who we were training for. The Australian Government was looking for young children who had been injected with what they called the X virus. They had apparently chosen babies from around the world and injected the X virus for one sole purpose… to create ultimate teen assassins. The X virus enhanced the brain to think more clearly and focus on the completion of any task.
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